[It's just a simple(and polite, ugh) pedestrian. Shiki feels disappointment sink into her at the greeting, and an irate stirring rises up. An addict gone too long already without a fix, she feels denied-- though for only a moment. Her stride comes to a dead stop once the solution comes to her. Wouldn't this guy be enough?
An offhand kill. Nothing invested in it. That's why she couldn't kill that one guy before, right? Because it was more fun fighting someone like that, getting that kind of exhilaration that's so completely incomparable to anything else, so murdering them would mean she'd have one less outlet to fill her void.
But killing some average guy on the street won't be her loss, there are more than plenty of them around. He'll probably try running, but she's not one to toy; she won't get any gratification until his red runs through the snow, after all]
[The hidden knife slides out of the back of her obi with a faint and so lovely to her ears hiss]